When I wake up I feel odd. For one horrible moment I wonder if I'm changed again. I find that the answer is yes, but... it is not like before. I am drawn upward
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Lyra went to school, but left at lunch... they could call Draco, if they like, but no one here can keep her inside when there are questions burning in her heart. Does Draco have a daemon? What's she like? Do others she knows?
So she is delighted when she sees Faramir out of doors, accompanied by a daemon.
It truly hadn't occurred to me--several things, really. That this is the same thing as Lyra's Pan. That it is female.
Of course it would be. We call birds of prey 'she' because the female is usually stronger, larger, and faster, so it makes sense as well that my Feawil is female. Lyra and I spoke of it, a little bit.
"I woke and she was on the roof. I just knew to go there." Just like I know she could fly if she wished it and it would not hurt me like it might hurt others. I have no idea how I know it.
"This is the same as what you have?" I don't really know how to ask.
"She's me? But..." I'm not afraid of her. "She's, well, look at her. That isn't me."
I don't even know how to describe Feawil. She isn't the great eagle of stories but she's much larger than the same birds I've seen flying near Mount Mindolluin and fishing on the river in the wintertime.
There is another bird, a much smaller one, dusky in color, with a tail as long as it's body, sporting two wide curved feathers, that make the tail look like a lyre. That's what gave the bird it's name, but the girl with the bird doesn't know that.
She does know that it can imitate nearly any sound it hears, and has seen people reach for cell phones that aren't ringing, kids look askance at video games they had turned off, from her new little friend's playfulness.
Said friend walks cheekily up to the huge eagle, and from it's much, much smaller body, comes a perfect imitation of an eagle's cry.
Kerai, the healing bruise a barely visible yellow tinge on her face, looks at Faramir unafraid.
"I think that means 'good greeting' in cheeky bird talk."
I saw her coming and simply could not move. I do not have the right to walk away, really. And Feawil is not acting as though there is danger, merely looking at the smaller bird when 'spoken' to.
"Kerai. This has affected you as well." I have never before seen a bird like the one she has. I've never seen a great eagle either, but I know the bird with me is not of the regular sort. I swallow heavily, noting her bruise.
"I must apologise for hurting you. Even though it was the village's doing, it was my hand."
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So she is delighted when she sees Faramir out of doors, accompanied by a daemon.
"Oh - she's beautiful."
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Of course it would be. We call birds of prey 'she' because the female is usually stronger, larger, and faster, so it makes sense as well that my Feawil is female. Lyra and I spoke of it, a little bit.
"I woke and she was on the roof. I just knew to go there." Just like I know she could fly if she wished it and it would not hurt me like it might hurt others. I have no idea how I know it.
"This is the same as what you have?" I don't really know how to ask.
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I don't even know how to describe Feawil. She isn't the great eagle of stories but she's much larger than the same birds I've seen flying near Mount Mindolluin and fishing on the river in the wintertime.
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She does know that it can imitate nearly any sound it hears, and has seen people reach for cell phones that aren't ringing, kids look askance at video games they had turned off, from her new little friend's playfulness.
Said friend walks cheekily up to the huge eagle, and from it's much, much smaller body, comes a perfect imitation of an eagle's cry.
Kerai, the healing bruise a barely visible yellow tinge on her face, looks at Faramir unafraid.
"I think that means 'good greeting' in cheeky bird talk."
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"Kerai. This has affected you as well." I have never before seen a bird like the one she has. I've never seen a great eagle either, but I know the bird with me is not of the regular sort. I swallow heavily, noting her bruise.
"I must apologise for hurting you. Even though it was the village's doing, it was my hand."
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Then she comes to him, and without invitation, hugs him.
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"Thank you. I've been very afraid of that happening again as it did on the island." It did.
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